Perfect Isn’t the Point

A Poem.

Life doesn’t have to be perfect to be meaningful,

it just has to be real.

A sunrise through rain-streaked glass,

a laugh that snorts,

a tear that tells the truth.

Perfection polishes —

but meaning breathes.

It lives in the mess,

in the middle,

in the “I’m trying my best.”

Kindness is the key that unlocks the day.

Curiosity keeps the heart awake.

Ask softly, “What can I learn here?”

and listen —the Universe always answers in whispers.

If you stumble,

make it a dance.

If you cry,

let it water your becoming.

Because life doesn’t need straight lines or smooth roads —

just open eyes,

an open heart,

and the courage to keep walking.